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the sink for a month . “I’m good, Dad. Thanks for offering.”
“Okay. I just don’t want you going hungry. You’re not hungry, are you? Because you could tell me if you were.”
She was an actress. She was always hungry. Especially lately. I think I need to start taking vitamins. “I promise if I need anything, I’ll let you know, Dad. I love you.”
“I love you, too, baby. And make sure to keep up with your brushing. Break a leg.”
Her father was a dentist and crazy obsessed with having a clean mouth. “Thanks, Dad.” She hung up and sighed. It was great how her father cared about her, but he worried too much.
Better than the alternative, I suppose. She could be one of those people who had nobody. God knew there were plenty of those in this city, which was a good reminder to always feel grateful for what she had.
But dammit, I want more. Which meant she’d need this guy to nail his part.
I wonder who he is.
~~~
That next morning, at a quarter to ten, Sadie showed up with backpack in hand to the presidential suite at the Beverly Hills Hotel, ready to start teaching—body language, eye contact, conversation styles—but no one came to the door.
Standing in the hallway and wondering if she had the right room, she slipped her cell from her pocket and dialed Bob, but there was no answer. Dang it . Maybe she could call the room from down in the lobby.
She was about to leave when she heard a groan just inside the room. Someone’s in there.
“Hey.” Knock, knock. “I’m here for your coaching lesson. You okay?”
She pressed her ear to the door.
Groan.
The sound was deep and throaty, almost like the sound of a man…well, getting off.
She cupped her hands over her mouth. I can’t believe this guy. The clock was ticking and it was really rude to keep someone waiting so he could wank it.
She gave the door another hard knock. “Listen, buddy, if you’re doing anything but dying, you’d better open this door, or I’m leaving. And I’m pretty sure you don’t want that.”
The man groaned again, but this time the sound was so deep and hard, it sent shivers up her spine and down to her nether region. His voice was just so damned sexy.
What? Sadie, what’s wrong with you?
“Oh. Come on, buddy!” Knock. Knock. Knock. “Can’t you do that later?”
She suddenly heard some rustling and then the sound of something large thumping on the floor. The door flew open and a huge man, wearing partially unzipped leather pants, stood panting in the doorway, no underwear, his pants barely holding to his hips and slung low on his muscular torso. She could see a dark patch of hair and the base of his cock, which looked hard as hell, straining against the inside of his pants.
She gulped. The man was hung.
Her eyes moved up over the snug fabric of his black T-shirt, the muscles of his chest and arms stretching it to its limits. She was sure this guy was some sort of weight lifter or martial arts enthusiast. Or the next Thor. Just like Bob had said.
When her eyes finally got to his face, two intense turquoise eyes burned right through her, stopping her breath for several heartbeats until her brain registered the fact that it was the same face who’d visited her the last two evenings in two unwelcome, very erotic dreams.
“So we meet again, meat wench.” His sinful lips flashed a smug little smile. “Why am I not surprised to see you here begging for more?”
Sadie blinked. “Holy crap. You’re the crazy asshole from the other night.” What were the odds? She took a step back, ready to run for the hills when it hit her. “Wait. You’re an actor? You told Carlos you were a veteran!” She stepped forward and punched him right in his very broad shoulder.
“Ow,” he winced, rubbing the spot.
“You asshole! I got fired because of you! Did it not occur to you to do your method acting elsewhere?”
The man— What was his name? Oh, yeah. Andrus —Andrus folded his giant cannons over
“Okay. I just don’t want you going hungry. You’re not hungry, are you? Because you could tell me if you were.”
She was an actress. She was always hungry. Especially lately. I think I need to start taking vitamins. “I promise if I need anything, I’ll let you know, Dad. I love you.”
“I love you, too, baby. And make sure to keep up with your brushing. Break a leg.”
Her father was a dentist and crazy obsessed with having a clean mouth. “Thanks, Dad.” She hung up and sighed. It was great how her father cared about her, but he worried too much.
Better than the alternative, I suppose. She could be one of those people who had nobody. God knew there were plenty of those in this city, which was a good reminder to always feel grateful for what she had.
But dammit, I want more. Which meant she’d need this guy to nail his part.
I wonder who he is.
~~~
That next morning, at a quarter to ten, Sadie showed up with backpack in hand to the presidential suite at the Beverly Hills Hotel, ready to start teaching—body language, eye contact, conversation styles—but no one came to the door.
Standing in the hallway and wondering if she had the right room, she slipped her cell from her pocket and dialed Bob, but there was no answer. Dang it . Maybe she could call the room from down in the lobby.
She was about to leave when she heard a groan just inside the room. Someone’s in there.
“Hey.” Knock, knock. “I’m here for your coaching lesson. You okay?”
She pressed her ear to the door.
Groan.
The sound was deep and throaty, almost like the sound of a man…well, getting off.
She cupped her hands over her mouth. I can’t believe this guy. The clock was ticking and it was really rude to keep someone waiting so he could wank it.
She gave the door another hard knock. “Listen, buddy, if you’re doing anything but dying, you’d better open this door, or I’m leaving. And I’m pretty sure you don’t want that.”
The man groaned again, but this time the sound was so deep and hard, it sent shivers up her spine and down to her nether region. His voice was just so damned sexy.
What? Sadie, what’s wrong with you?
“Oh. Come on, buddy!” Knock. Knock. Knock. “Can’t you do that later?”
She suddenly heard some rustling and then the sound of something large thumping on the floor. The door flew open and a huge man, wearing partially unzipped leather pants, stood panting in the doorway, no underwear, his pants barely holding to his hips and slung low on his muscular torso. She could see a dark patch of hair and the base of his cock, which looked hard as hell, straining against the inside of his pants.
She gulped. The man was hung.
Her eyes moved up over the snug fabric of his black T-shirt, the muscles of his chest and arms stretching it to its limits. She was sure this guy was some sort of weight lifter or martial arts enthusiast. Or the next Thor. Just like Bob had said.
When her eyes finally got to his face, two intense turquoise eyes burned right through her, stopping her breath for several heartbeats until her brain registered the fact that it was the same face who’d visited her the last two evenings in two unwelcome, very erotic dreams.
“So we meet again, meat wench.” His sinful lips flashed a smug little smile. “Why am I not surprised to see you here begging for more?”
Sadie blinked. “Holy crap. You’re the crazy asshole from the other night.” What were the odds? She took a step back, ready to run for the hills when it hit her. “Wait. You’re an actor? You told Carlos you were a veteran!” She stepped forward and punched him right in his very broad shoulder.
“Ow,” he winced, rubbing the spot.
“You asshole! I got fired because of you! Did it not occur to you to do your method acting elsewhere?”
The man— What was his name? Oh, yeah. Andrus —Andrus folded his giant cannons over
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